Novel & Cerita Booktok Candles

I asked her and she immediately turned to me. "Yes, ma'am. What is it?" she also asked and she gave me a sweet smile. "Where are those candles here? I really don't know what do you call them. But, these are those candles for bed? Before going to sleep," I asked while I'm a little shyly. "Are they the aphrodisiac candles, ma'am?" Oh darn, I don't know. Is that so? Maybe that's it. Just the name of the product she have said already sounds relaxing.

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Isabel’s POV I rubbed my temples, trying to shake off the lingering heaviness in my head. “I’m fine. Maybe it’s just grogginess from sleeping too long.” Emerson nodded, but kept studying me as if he wasn’t convinced. I decided to change the subject, if only to get his scrutinizing gaze off me. “The new scented candles are nice. Where did you buy them?" I asked, looking at Marianne. Her face lit up at the compliment. "Oh, I’m so glad you like them! They're handmade by my family. We’ve been making them for years, mostly for gifts and home use. But if you enjoy them, I could have them send more."

I asked looking at the new item she added in the already list of things I bought for the earlier spell. “They are ashes and this candle I bought from one of my friend. This is not some ordinary candle; its wax is prepared from the dead carbon of the purge of underworld. They are scented.” I saw her face light up in excitement. She was enjoying it, her voice wavering as she explained me everything. “You know they say the scent can make a memory come alive, the spirits we calling needs to lure with this candle. Once the spirits answered us, we have the time till the candles extinguishes.” She said and I hummed trying to remember everything by repeating it inside my mind over and over.

It pulsed softly, throwing the spines of countless books into sharp relief and sending long, distorted shadows dancing across the floorboards. From the corner of my eye, I saw Cassius’s silhouette, still and watchful as ever. I moved to the central desk, my boots echoing in the vastness. My fingers, acting on memory alone, found the worn leather pouch. The flint and steel felt cold in my hand. A sharp strike, a shower of sparks, and a single flame sprang to life on the wick of the main candle, painting the room in hues of gold and amber. One by one, I lit the sconces that lined the curved walls, the growing light a physical weight pushing back the oppressive dark.

Bellatrix’s side table had glass encased candles, one emitting the fragrance of spicy leather and the other was an exact replica of when the rain descended on a dreary afternoon against a subtle breeze. “Now that’s talent.” I chuckled softly to myself. Lila can make a profit and expand her business internationally, candles with this type of craft and quality were difficult to come by. An exasperated groan reverberated through the room. I laughed deeply, the sound vibrating in my chest. “I had no idea that you missed me this much, Ma Cherie.” I teased with a devilish grin. Locking eyes with her as she loomed over me like a dark angel ready to take my soul.

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

I gasped, staring at the massive boxes. “Not enough,” he muttered, tearing into the first one. I limped over, glancing inside at an array of bright pink candles in every size. Bending down, I plucked one from the packaging, turning it over in my hand. My eyes watered as I stared at the label. It was glittery and covered in an intricate design of roses in shades of peaches and pinks. “The Perfect Mate,” I whispered, reading what he’d named the candle. Plucking the gemstone studded lid from the candle, I inhaled, gasping at the beautiful fruity-floral scent inside, “Is this really what I smell like?”

just for her. But he is not done charming her yet with gifts as inside the bigger bag that contains the boots is a smaller pink one from a candle company inside the mall. It contains a various assortment of small votive and tea light candles of all different colors. But the highlight of the bag is the three large pillar candles that he has attached a rose to with tape. There are two pink roses and one white rose, each with their stems neatly trimmed in half so they could fit more discreetly in the bag. "Well I guess you remembered my little candle fetish huh, baby," she says while carefully peeling the tape off.

"Ready?" I grab my debit card and ID and put them in my back pocket. I don't feel like lugging around a purse all day. We head to the elevator and he presses the R on the floor pad. The doors open up to an amazing view of the river. There are small shops lining the walkway along both sides. Flowers, candles, perfumes, restaurants, and bars...anything you can imagine is there. Kids are laughing and throwing bread pieces in the water to feed the ducks and turtles. Music is coming from various shops, it all blends together perfectly. We start our adventure, we come to a tiny candle shop. The woman inside is making a set of tapered bright red candles. She dips the string in the wax and lets it